Confucian Skill—The Army Turns to Ink!
The ink, under the influence of Confucian Skill, transformed into an Ink Dragon, breaking through the dome and soaring into the sky.
It flew in mid-air, stirring up a tide of ink wherever it went.
The ink tide roared, dyeing everything!
The walls, pavilions, and towers that were originally as white as snow were instantly splashed with a thick, indelible dark black hue.
The ink waves continued to surge, crashing against the city walls.
All the Yin Soldiers in its path were completely enveloped.
The ink first wrapped around them and then quickly corroded.
The bones of the Yin Soldiers emitted a sizzling sound as they burned. The phosphorescence in their eye sockets flickered like a candle in the wind, swaying wildly and quickly dimming. All sorts of Ghost Energy and Yin Qi melted away rapidly like snow meeting Jiaoyang!
Their terrifying roars turned into cries of pain, and their fierce charge became a struggle within the ink!
